Don't you Dare.

Don't you dare commit suicide.
Because there is a little 10 year old girl out there
Who is dying right now
Who is spending her last precious few hours
Praying
Praying to God to save her
So loud that the nurse passing
Stops
With her heart breaking
And listens until the sweet little voice fades into the sleep for the eternal.

So don't you dare.
Don't you dare throw away a life that the little girl could have had.
You may be going through some hard times
But suicide is permanent.
That little girl would have given everything to live.
Why would you give everything to death?

Gentle Anguish (Written in the beginning of year 7, 2012)

Endora

Period Three

August 29^th, 2012

Gentle Anguish

I am told I was born amidst an evasive, beautiful day in Seattle,

The December sun lighting my face.

I remember crying the night my dad left my mom,

Staring at an empty closet, like staring at what was left of the families’ soul.

I’ve learned that if you want to find true friends of any sort,

You must peel away layers of that person.

I have seen my friend’s shocked faces when I said I was moving to Santa Barbara,

Their horror making me able to mask my own excitement.

I’ve seen things that make me cringe,

 But even more things that make me smile

I’ve learned that even though some people laugh and tease at your expense,

True friends stand up for you, and that some of our best friends are ourselves, that sometimes we must not wait for a handsome prince to save us, but we have to be our own saviors.

I’ve sobbed in gentle anguish of dead pets,

Dead love, dead dreams.

I’ve seen my brother laugh in happiness,

Cry in sadness and fear,

And rule the hearts of everyone around him.

I’ve seen people who’s hearts are so broken and fractured, they almost throw themselves into the fire,

Seen even more golden hearts that have made everyone around them beam in joy.

I’ve learned to have true happiness; you must first have true sorrow.

Why?

Why can't anyone see?
This is not all of me.
I'm funny, I'm awkward,
I'm shy, I'm social,
I'm crazy, I'm calm,
Nothing about me is wrong!
Don't believe m, I dare you
I bet you thing I'm messed up too.
That I need to stop being this way
But **** you, this is how I'm going to stay
I have many friends, but I don't know why
It's just one of those secrets that once you know, you have to die.
I'm a mystery, a  freak,
All the things about me hide and sneak
So even I don't know what I hold,
Even though I am told.
So, try to find me in the clutter and dust
You'll only get in if you I completely trust.
No one before has braved the dark
So come on in, and try to make your mark.
-Endora of Mind

Scars

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

Drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed cause you came around
Why don't you just go home
Cause you channel all your pain
And I can't help you fix yourself
You're making me insane
All I can say is

[Chorus:]
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you're drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassions in my nature
Tonight is our last stand

[Chorus]

I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
You shouldn't ever come around
Why don't you just go home?
Cause you're drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand
And I left my heart open
But you didn't understand
But you didn't understand
Go fix yourself

I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life

[Chorus x2]

Scars- Papa Roach

Black

The crow sits high
And stares with their beady black eyes
The black flowers wilt; I do not care
Nor does the crow, with its beady lack stare
I taste the black blood ,
From the dead sky it rains
But only the dead black trees feel pain.
The children, long dead, lay on their backs
As the black blood blade goes snicker snack
Do I die if I open my black eyes?
For all I here are black blood cries
But the black sun blares and does blind me there
I smell its victory, thick in the air
And the lucid black smoke, it takes as disguise,
Does not compare to the open black skies
And if it is I shall die tonight,
Then let it be known the black crow will take flight.

-Jenna Carrisosa

Rain

Drip drop goes to rain,

On the overhead.

Tip tap goes the rain,

On the sloping ceiling.

Wish wash goes to rain,

In the overflowing bucket.

Tat tat goes the rain,

On the green canopy above.

Bang bang goes the thunder,

Waking me from this dream.

-Endora of Mind

When The Stars Fall

"When the stars fall,

Under the horizon of blankets,

My head gets heavy

As the silky moonlight touches my cheek 

Do I need to stay awake?

My journey to the heavens will begin soon

With my soul flying through the sky

An angel guards the gate to heaven

She is not real

Because she is is all that is good,

Everything that is good, was good, and will be good

The moment I believe her,

I return to the torture of day"

-Eli Nania

Synesthsethesia

I wrote this all for you to understand the way of synesthesia.
When you see an abstract painting you don't see the colors, you hear the orchestra. The blue violins wash over you, and the orange of the cello fill your ears.
As you listen to music, open up all your senses to it. Imagine that your skin is feeling the texture of each note as the music flows through you. Your nose is smelling the flavor of the music, and your mouth is drinking in the tone. While you do this visualize colors swirling around you in brilliant hues as the music is played. Let the
music sweep through all of your senses. Use your powers of being kinesthetic and move
your hands and body if you want to.
If you can't remember, write down what each note smells, tastes and feels like in emotional way. In this way, your body can fuse the senses together for the right brain's musical experience. With practice, the synesthetic way of SSS listening SSS to music will eventually take you over.
To practice you can play different notes on an instrument and interpret if each note resembles sweet, bitter, sour or tangy.
In the future when your eating something, don't remember what it tasted like, that part is useless. Instead remember where you are, the things you were looking at and listening to.
After you have worked with this a while, the synesthesia way of listening, tasting, hearing, and even seeing things will come into your life and make everything way more enjoyable.

-Allison (Apple) Russo
(I know it's not a poem and its very long but I really was moved. It was like poetry.)

The Garden In My Mind

The garden in my mind
Is the place to go,
But I am the only one there.

Dressed all in white,
From my long wavy white hair,
To the white Mary Janes and white tights,
To the milkiness of my cool skin,
I am the one without color.

To the garden,
I open the old wooden gate,
And walk to the right,
Where my two willow tress and my swing wait for me.

It was at first all white,
A big room with nothing,
But then their was more,
A room, there was no more.

I don't know what my garden holds,
But I do know,
That I will find out.

-Endora of Mind

Dying Flower

Petals dropping,
Floating,
Flying away,
Leaving the dying flower alone,
Cold,
Naked.

The flower bends under the horrible winds,
Bending,
Breaking,
Dying.

No one sees it,
It's alone in its meadow.

All it knows,
Is that its seeds were planted,
So it
Could live,
Again.

-Endora of Mind